Butterflies
Posted: December 30, 2012 Filed under: nature, poetry, Serenity | Tags: butterflies, color, death, pollination, rain Leave a commentThey rose from amongst the yellowing leaves
And the fallen twigs of yesterday’s showers
They fed on despoiled flower petals
That lay weeping on the muddied ground.
They borrowed the gold from the specks of dust
That float about in the evening sun rays
Lightning gave them life and wind
Gave them flight to set sail
On their fragile, transparent wings
The butterflies of yesterday floated gay
Silently rambunctious, quietly wild
Their wings flared up woodfire stoves
And the vibrant turmeric of the kitchen jars
They neither spoke nor had a voice
Only the flutter of their wings and the soft thump of their tiny little feet
On the beaming crown of an expectant flower
Performed their chores dutifully.
All in a day’s work for them
And they quietly fade away in some dull, dark corner of the earth
After pollination.
Who said what?